"Heh heh, didn't think that I, Hu Yan, would actually have a day where I would succumb at the hands of a brat still wet behind his ears!"
Hu Yan looked at Ye Yuan, his gaze filled with hatred.
Ten years of forbearance was for the sake of today. Who knew that it would actually fail on the verge of success.
This disgrace filled his heart with unwillingness!
"I already warned Hu Rong at the Darkfiend Tiger Clan. No idea if you heard it or not, that is to not provoke my big brother. Because . . . you can't afford to provoke him at all!" White Light said coldly.
"You shut your mouth for this old man! A creature that lives off people while secretly helping others! What qualifications do you have to lecture this old man? Don't think that you're really something by calling you tiger lord!"
The current Hu Yan had already lost his reason. How could he still care what identity White Light had?